Since we don’t live by politics alone (I sincerely hope), what else did people get up to this weekend? Join in, share some tales, regulars and lurkers all!
Since we don’t live by politics alone (I sincerely hope), what else did people get up to this weekend? Join in, share some tales, regulars and lurkers all!
Not so lazy.. bagging and wrapping asbestos cement sheets that used to be part of the fence behind the old wood shed!!. Marvellous stuff. (the wonders of modern science)….. what shi#^y job. But got it all done, now have to pay to get it collected and disposed of. Cross that off the list!
Today has been pretty damned lazy. I got my grandfather’s grandfather’s grandfather clock and a ship’s chronometer back from Clock Dude on Friday, and set the clock up yesterday. He did a major rebuild on it (replaced bearings, etc), and it’s now keeping beautiful time, and chiming the hours. The chronometer only needed a clean, and has now been set to GMT. I’ll check its going over the next few weeks. (Currently it’s 26 sec fast, largely because you can’t adjust the second hand.)
Delivered gifts from Japan, watched another $5.00 DVD as well as John Mills sing, dance and do a bad Jimmy Cagney impression in a 1937 movie that was based on an early Graham Greene novel.
I made a standing-up desk a few hours ago. I think my blood pressure is taking a little while to get used to it, feeling a bit faint . . . I took some photographs and tested it out.
So far and some further googling it’s very impressive for something pretty simple.
I went to a family reunion today for my father’s cousin’s 88th birthday, and caught up with a bunch of second cousins. It was most enjoyable.
Yesterday we went out to the Discovery Centre at Castle Hill to spend a morning there with another family and then go back to theirs for a BBQ (and for their little kids to swarm over my big kids).
That’s two days of lunches where I don’t want to eat anything at all for dinnertime.
If only every weekend was like that, tigtog
I went to a memorial and minute’s silence for the victims of the tsunami at Hibiya Park in Tokyo. It was followed by a big anti-nuclear demonstration through Ginza (probably to the parliament). I didn’t join that though, came home and watched Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries instead.
@ 7:
There was a big, big, big anachronistic error in the third episode of that, in regard to the aeroplane and its registration marks.
(the dialogue dated the Miss Fisher episode as taking place in 1928 — seven years before the first flight of the Tiger Moth which the title character flew, and one year before the “VH” prefix replaced “G-AU” for aeroplanes)
Well spotted Terangeree,
Now, can any history buffs please tell me, in this episode of ‘Drunk History‘ whether the mobile phone depicted as being used by Alexander Hamilton (at the 3.05 mark) was actually in production during the Revolutionary period? I can see how it might have been available on the eastern side of the Atlantic Ocean, but it’s really quite embarrassing that they have shown it being used west of the Potomac…
Mercurius,
They might have used semaphore flags. Sometime between when Hamilton became US Secretary for Treasury and the Battle of Trafalgar , I think (which is about a twenty year period and I’m too lazy to check Rodger for the exact date) the Royal Navy updated their signal system for more effectiveness in battle – problems from smoke, fire and cannons etc.
Not so the army which bumbled along with its normal inefficiency for c. another 70 odd years. Mind you, Hamilton was a bit of a genius so you never know.
Spent most of Sunday daytime watching DVD of Boardwalk Empire.
Mercurius,
It was a prototype.
Unfortunately, it was also the only telephone in existence until Alex Bell made the second one.
I’m having a lazy Monday as well. Unfortunately, Bruce has slid down from Shoulder Cat to Forearm Cat, so I’m having to type with one hand, and she’s a hefty kitteh. At least she isn’t trying to stand on the keyboard …
Another not lazy weekend. I’ve been working a lot lately, but the weather is beautiful, so I’ve been enjoying being out in the landscape. Today I learned that the Jehovah’s Witnesses will find you even if you are working in a swamp out the back of McLaren Vale, lol. oh dear.
When I explained what I was doing in the swamp the bloke said, “to be doing that you must either be nuts, or you’re a creationist”. wtf? I laughed and said, “If those are the only options, I guess I must be nuts.”
I saw two koalas as well. One of them even moved. (but only to stretch and yawn).
What were you doing in the swamp, St Furious?
Just the usual stuff. A bit of vegetation mapping and then some weed removal – it’s the asparagus swamp, so I was trying to finish that, as well as some feral olive control. I have no idea why a creationist would be likely to be doing environmental restoration – I presume the JW was just trying to find a way to steer the conversation towards G-d.
@ furious balancing
They possibly meant it as a compliment.
The JW i know are all waiting for Jesus and his gang of heavily armed angels to return and smite all despoilers of the creation.
I told ‘em im in, but once we are finished with the despoilers, im going after Jesus. Call me crazy, but I’m just not comfortable with the idea of being ruled for all time by the immortal son of a G_d, particularly one with all the flaws of a mortal man
Spent Sunday as day 3 of the Port Fairy Folk Festival. When are they going to admit that at least a good half of the bands there are nothing to do with Folk? Roots yes in abundance, but the first two bands we saw were hardcore modern Afro-Cuban (Watussi) and funk/Soul (Bamboos). Not that I’m complaining, both were very much my cup of tea! But I think they should change the name of the festival!
Other highlights were the two Sarah Carroll / Susannah Espie projects the Junes and the Cartridge family. Frigg, a friggin’ amazing band of Finns and Norwegians, three fiddle players going at once. Eric Bibb, a very personable and caramel-voiced American singer/songwriter, perhaps a bit MOR for me, but good. April Verch, who plays violin and taps, sometimes at the same time. Blue Heat from Warrnambool, another massive, arse-kickin’ soul band. Claymore, a hee-larious sausagefest of a bloke band, Scottish Celtic meets Acca Dacca.
More music on Monday and then drove home. Mr Bucket sold about $4,000 of t shirts (the family business). We stayed in the tent in the caravan park next to the festival, way out on the headland where you could hear the roar of the sea all night. No mobile phone coverage for 2 days and no internet. Tired, filthy but happy.
Oh, I knew I’d forget someone. Lanie Lane – outstanding!
Helen @ 18 tapped thusly into her keyboard (with emphasis added):
I sincerely hope that was a typographical error.
Re the JWs. Did they wade up to their waists through the swamp? Were they attacked by leeches? Mosquitoes? Other nasties lurking in the swamp?
To behave thusly in Louisiana where the alligators do God’s work and wipe out the nasties, if Hollywood has got it right, would be foolhardy if not deadly.
Just sayin’.
Terangeree, that’s correct – Started on friday, so Sunday was day 3. Maybe something like “spent Sunday enjoying day 3 of the PFFF” would pass muster?